Sir William Henry Perkin, 1906
Sir Arthur Stockdale Cope oil on canvas
The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne
Burn'd on the water. The poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumèd that
The winds were love-sick with them.
från "Antony and Cleopatra"
av W. Shakespeare
"...a spring evening in London , a teenager packing up after a day spent trying to find a cheap cure for a killer disease, an accidental drip on a laboratory basin, and suddenly the world changed colour. What is less well known is how it also set off a chain of events that lead to the rediscovery of two long-forgotten ancient dyes: the colour of Cleopatra's sexy sails and that of the Temple of Solomon."
ur "Colour" av Victoria Finley